Crossover: The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, starting with cultivation with the Six Flowers Im

He knew that to subdue the sand demons in the Tongtian River, he must first understand their strength and habits.

Therefore, he planned to first go to a tributary of the Tongtian River to test the strength of the water demons there, in order to prepare for the next move.

Nangong Yehua left the inn and headed along the road leading to a tributary of the Tongtian River.

He was dressed in a long black robe, walked with a steady gait, and had a calm and composed expression on his face.

He knew that his journey was fraught with unknowns and dangers, but he was prepared to face any challenge.

Upon arriving near a tributary of the Tongtian River, Nangong Yehua stopped and carefully observed the surrounding environment.

The river was crystal clear, with a swift current, and the sounds of water sprites playing could be heard from time to time. He took a deep breath and sensed a faint demonic aura in the air.

Nangong Yehua 077 smiled slightly. He was not afraid of these water demons; on the contrary, he was full of curiosity about them.

He took out the Myriad Souls Banner, waved it gently, and a powerful aura emanated from the banner.

He planned to use the Myriad Soul Banner to test the strength of these water demons first.

Nangong Yehua inserted the Ten Thousand Souls Banner into the river. The runes on the banner shimmered with a ghostly light, and an invisible force spread outwards.

Soon, several water demons were attracted by this power, and they curiously circled around the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Seeing this, Nangong Yehua was secretly pleased. He knew that these water demons were not very strong and should not pose a threat to him.

Chapter 225 The Old Fisherman, the Young Man, and the Boat

With a gentle wave of his hand, a spell was released from his fingertips, striking one of the water demons.

The water demon let out a miserable scream and instantly turned into a cloud of black mist, dissipating into the air.

Nangong Yehua smiled slightly, knowing that his plan was already half successful.

He continued to use the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to lure the water demons while simultaneously casting spells to defeat them one by one.

Nangong Yehua stood by a tributary of the Tongtian River, clutching the Ten Thousand Souls Banner tightly in his hand, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

He observed the water around him, where ripples spread and water sprites occasionally leaped out of the water, curiously eyeing him, the uninvited guest.

Nangong Yehua smiled slightly. He was not in a hurry to act, but began to slowly release the power of the Myriad Soul Banner.

The runes on the banner shimmered with an eerie light, and an invisible force spread outwards, attracting the surrounding water demons.

Soon, several small water spirits were attracted by this power, and they swam around the Myriad Souls Banner curiously.

With a gentle wave of his hand, Nangong Yehua unleashed a spell that struck one of the little water demons.

The water demon let out a miserable scream and instantly turned into a cloud of black mist, which was then absorbed into the Myriad Soul Banner.

Not satisfied with this, Nangong Yehua continued to cast spells, capturing the little water demons one by one and putting them into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Each time a water spirit is sucked into the banner, the runes on the banner of ten thousand souls will flash even brighter, as if celebrating the addition of a new soul.

As time went by, Nangong Yehua had already subdued dozens of small water demons.

Although these water demons were not very strong, they were enough for him to understand the strength of the water demons in the tributaries of the Tongtian River.

He understood that continuing to subdue them would not be of much help to his goal—to subdue the sand demons in the Tongtian River.

So, Nangong Yehua stopped what he was doing, retrieved the Myriad Soul Banner, and temporarily took the little water demons into it.

He looked up into the depths of the Tongtian River, his eyes gleaming with unwavering determination.

He knew he was getting closer and closer to his real goal.

Nangong Yehua took a deep breath and gripped the Ten Thousand Souls Banner tightly in his hand.

Just as Nangong Yehua stopped what he was doing by the tributary, retrieved the Myriad Souls Banner, and prepared to head deeper into the Tongtian River.

In the distance, a wooden boat was slowly approaching on the river.

The boat swayed gently with the waves, and the sails fluttered slightly in the wind, making a soft "slap slap" sound.

Nangong Yehua frowned slightly, his gaze fixed on the approaching wooden boat.

He knew that in a place like the Tongtian River, every boat might be hiding unknown dangers or opportunities.

He quickly concealed the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in his sleeve, and with a swift movement, he hid among the trees by the river, quietly observing the ship.

As the ship drew closer, Nangong Yehua could clearly see the passengers on board.

An old fisherman sat at the bow of the boat. His skin was dark, and his face was etched with the marks of time. He held a long bamboo pole in his hand, and occasionally, with a gentle tap, the boat glided steadily forward.

At the stern was a young man dressed in coarse cloth, holding a stack of fishing nets in his hands, his eyes revealing determination and expectation.

Nangong Yehua's heart stirred; he sensed that the auras of these two people were unusual.

Although the old fisherman seemed ordinary, he exuded a calm and composed demeanor.

Although the young man was young, his eyes gleamed with a sharp light, as if he possessed extraordinary strength.

Chapter 226 The Stabilizing Boat? Boarding the Boat

The boat finally reached the shore where Nangong Yehua was. The old fisherman stopped the boat and then shouted to the shore:

"Young man, why don't you come up and sit down? The Tongtian River isn't an easy waterway to navigate."

Nangong Yehua was slightly taken aback; he hadn't expected the old fisherman to invite him aboard.

Although he had some doubts, he still decided to go forward and find out.

He moved swiftly, emerging from the bushes, nodded to the old fisherman, and then stepped onto the wooden boat.

The boat slowly started moving again, and Nangong Yehua sat at the stern, side by side with the young man.

He was secretly on guard, but outwardly he remained calm and composed.

Nangong Yehua stepped onto the wooden boat, which swayed gently with the waves. To his surprise, the boat did not seem as fragile as he had imagined.

He had a question in his mind:

"Aren't ordinary ships on the Tongtian River destroyed if they come into contact with the 077? How can this ship navigate so stably?"

As he pondered the question, he carefully examined the boat and the two people on it.

Although the ship looked ordinary, its hull was exceptionally sturdy, with thick planks, and the bottom seemed to be inlaid with some kind of glowing runes, emitting a faint light.

These runes shimmered with a mysterious luster in the sunlight, as if they contained some kind of power.

Nangong Yehua turned her gaze to the two people on the boat.

The old fisherman had a weathered face, but his eyes were bright and piercing. The bamboo pole in his hand seemed to be no ordinary object; it was also engraved with runes and emitted a faint spiritual aura.

Although the young man was young, he exuded a sharp aura, as if he had experienced many battles.

The fishing net in his hand was no ordinary thing either; its fibers were exceptionally strong and shimmered with a metallic sheen.

Nangong Yehua was even more puzzled. He knew all too well the dangers of the Tongtian River; even powerful cultivators dared not venture there lightly.

The ship in front of him and the two people on it seemed to know everything about the Tongtian River, and their presence made Nangong Yehua feel uneasy.

However, Nangong Yehua showed no unusual behavior. He remained calm and composed.

As time went on, Nangong Yehua gradually realized that the ship and the two people on it were not simple.

They seem to have some connection with the sand demons in the Tongtian River, and are secretly plotting something.

Nangong Yehua sat at the stern, her gaze shifting between the hull and the two passengers, her doubts growing stronger.

He coughed softly, trying to break the silence and to elicit more information.

“Old man, the Tongtian River has a rapid current and is teeming with monsters. Your boat seems to be different from others. It can sail steadily here. I really admire it.”

Nangong Yehua said in an appreciative tone.

The old fisherman smiled slightly, his wrinkles smoothing out, making him appear kind and approachable. He put down his bamboo pole, turned his head, and a glint of wisdom shone in his eyes:

“Young man, you have a good eye. This boat is indeed no ordinary vessel, but a water-stabilizing boat that has been improved and blessed by our ancestors for generations.”

"The runes on the hull can stabilize the ship and resist attacks from monsters."

Nangong Yehua nodded and continued to ask:

"May I ask, sir, since you and this young man have been fishing on the Tongtian River for many years, have you ever seen the legendary Sand Demon?"

Upon hearing this, the old fisherman's expression turned serious, and he said in a deep voice:

“Sand monsters? Of course we’ve seen them. They’re incredibly fierce, incredibly strong, and adept at manipulating water.”

"However, our ancestors had a secret method to avoid them, which is why we can fish safely on this Tongtian River."

Chapter 227 Mainstream Demonic Energy Emerges

The young man chimed in:

“That’s right, the sand demons are indeed terrifying. But we have the secret techniques passed down by the old fisherman, as well as the protection of this water-stabilizing boat, so we are not afraid of them.”

Nangong Yehua's heart stirred, realizing that this secret technique might be related to his plan to subdue the sand demon. He continued to press for answers:

"May I ask how this secret technique avoids the sand demons?"

The old fisherman and the young man exchanged a glance, a hint of wariness flashing in their eyes. The old fisherman slowly spoke:

"This secret technique is a family heirloom and cannot be easily passed on to outsiders."

"However, you seem quite interested in the Sand Demon. If you can agree to one condition, we can consider teaching you some basics."

Nangong Yehua was secretly delighted, but on the surface she remained calm:

"Please tell me, sir. I will do my best to fulfill my duty."

The old fisherman nodded and said slowly:

“Our family makes a living by fishing on the Tongtian River, but recently the sand monsters have been active, and our harvest has been greatly affected.”

"If you can help us get rid of a few sand demons, we will naturally teach you the secret technique."

Nangong Yehua already had a plan in mind. He smiled slightly and said:

"Don't worry, old man. Since I am determined to subdue the sand demon, I will naturally help you get rid of this great threat."

Thus, Nangong Yehua reached an agreement with the two people on the ship, and an operation against the Sand Demon was about to begin.

With a steady command from the old fisherman, the wooden boat, known as the "water-stabilizing boat," slowly sailed away from the tributary under his skillful operation, heading towards the main stream of the Tongtian River.

The old fisherman held a bamboo pole and gently touched the water's surface. The boat seemed to be pulled forward steadily by an invisible force.

The young man at the stern also got busy, untying the fishing net in his hands, ready to deal with any potential dangers at any time.

Nangong Yehua stood at the bow of the boat, his sharp eyes scanning the river surface, remaining vigilant at all times.

As the boats ventured deeper into the main stream of the Tongtian River, the current became more turbulent, and the river widened.

The surrounding scenery also changes, with the trees on both banks gradually decreasing and being replaced by steep cliffs and cascading waterfalls.

More and more monsters appeared in the river, and huge fish shadows would occasionally swoop across the water, creating waves.

The old fisherman's expression turned serious. He gripped the bamboo pole tightly and focused intently on maneuvering the boat.

The young man also put away his previous ease, gripped the fishing net tightly, and was ready to deal with any possible monster attacks at any time.

Nangong Yehua felt a chill run down his spine; he knew that the real challenge had only just begun.

But he did not back down, instead he became more determined.

Asking for flowers

He believed that as long as he handled things carefully and with the help of the Water-Stabilizing Boat, he would be able to successfully subdue the Sand Demon and complete his mission.

As the boat continued forward, the main stream of the Tongtian River finally came into view.

The river is wide and boundless, and the surging water is like a giant dragon rushing across the land.

As soon as the boat entered the main stream of the Tongtian River, the water instantly became turbulent, and the boat rose and fell with the waves, as if it were in a vast ocean.

Nangong Yehua stood at the bow of the ship, his eyes sharp as he warily scanned his surroundings. However, as the ship ventured deeper into the water, he gradually sensed an unusual aura emanating from it.

At first, the aura was barely perceptible, like a cold breeze brushing against the skin, making one involuntarily shiver.

But as time went on, this aura grew stronger, eerie and chilling, as if countless eyes were watching them from the shadows.

Nangong Yehua felt a chill run down his spine; he had a vague sense that something was wrong.

He immediately closed his eyes and used his cultivation to sense the changes around him. He saw the air on the ship begin to distort, and wisps of black gas seeped out from the cracks in the ship's planks, filling the cabin.

These black wisps contained a strong demonic aura, as if some evil force was surging in the shadows.

Chapter 228 The Sixth Elder is a Sand Demon